Karlı kayın ormanı [English translation]

Forest of beeches snowy white,

Walking alone there every night.

Nothing but trees, no sky or land.

Give me your hand, where is your hand?

Is it the world or is it me?

Is it the man I used to be?

Between the trees, through hail and storm,

Memory’s window beckons warm

Passing a house, a joyful sound:

“Come uncle, join us, sit you down”!

Walk up the stairs and say hello

Everyone high and me so low.

Back in the city of seven hills

My rose left on a windowsill.

The hand that held it wrinkled and dry

Wiping the tears I never cry.